#fiera frost

[safyresky]

Yo I know this is a late drop but I just finished these up and I have to get something else posted on my own blog before literally anything else can go up so I'm giving these to you directly lol.

Idk man just Her. Love SHE. It was just the Lava Rock one initially but then I wanted to try a few other ideas lol. Fiera Frost the woman that you will become. High key jealous

AhhHHHHHH LOOK AT ALL THOSE FIERAS 😍😍😍😍😍 Bless u Andie I've had such a shit day and finally cozying up to sleep and seeing BADASS FIERAS has me like 😭😭😭 MAYBE TOMORROW WILL BE BETTER THANK YOU SO MUCHHHJJHJHJJJJJJJJ 😭😭😭

[sweetiesshortstories]

A Butterfly in the Garden of a Beast II

It wouldn't do much, but I locked the bedroom door and moved furniture in front of it for a barricade. Chairs, small tables, anything I could grab really. I sat on the bed and pulled my knees to my chest as I replayed our conversation.

He said the forest wouldn't let me leave, but then he offered to let me try it during the day. Why refer to snatching me up as a rescue, if you're going to usher me towards the threat anyway? I pressed my face into my knees and watched the swirl of colors behind my eyelids.

Normally, they looked like nothing. Just ambiguous blobs of color and light, but this time they seemed to take shape. Bold, sharp, menacing shapes that jumped towards me. With a breath I stood from the bed and peered from the window, careful to not touch the roses.

I couldn't incur anymore wrath. I wasn't dealing with a human, I was dealing with something different, something wholly unpredictable. And I wasn't even sure where I was.

Even if it wasn't pitch black with a storm, I would see nothing. Yet day after day I look from the window expecting to see something familiar, that I can place and understand where I am. It never happened. The cold reached me, my body tensed and I move back to the bed. I have no fire, or candles lit, it's dark, cold, everything I wanted to avoid with King Harold.

I didn't leave my room, despite repeated letters and knocks. I hardly bothered accepting meals or unblocking the door. I held out as long as I could, finally accepting dinner after two. I hated that I needed it.

I hated that I needed to accept anything, but I lacked the will power to starve myself. Every tray came with a letter and I left it unopened on the tray each time. My days passed in sluggish fogs, my loneliness grew to levels I didn't know were possible, until I couldn't summon the strength to continue.

I couldn't move the blockages from the door, I couldn't so much as raise myself from the bed. One moment there was daylight...

And then after I blinked it was gone.

Though I thought it was strange I didn't question it, I closed my eyes again. It didn't matter how time passed, or how much of it. None of it mattered.

After sometime, how much I do not know, I heard banging, smashing, clattering, a series of unpleasant noises. I didn't want to face whatever it was, I was exhausted. Warm air brushed the side of my face; breath. I felt it move down my body and back up again, then, a touch on my hair. It was gentle, I was certain it was dream.

"Your flutter grows faint." His voice, Fiera. It was the quiet, hushed tone from the first time he spoke to me. Low, gravely. "You let your determination blind you to reason and now, I must fix it."

I felt myself pulled from the bed and lifted before I was cradled in his arms. The motion of his strides rocked me, they were smooth and steady, and I felt unusually secure. I wanted to look, despite his previous warning against doing so days before, but I couldn't lift my head.

"Your spirit is strong but your mind, foolish, Butterfly. The magic here will swallow you whole if you allow it."

I wanted to know why he cared. Let it swallow me. Let it take me. Why wouldn't he? Certainly it would be the easiest way to rid himself of a troublesome guest. I felt a rush of cold air and smelled the crispness of frost. All I could see was darkness, as if I was completely locked inside of myself.

"You won't like this but it's necessary." I wanted to move, to ask what was happening, but I felt startling cold on my neck and chest. Freezing cold. I gasped. My eyes popped open and I jerked . "There, there. She flutters."

I was gasping and my eyes were staring at a full moon and a sky of stars. He had taken me outside to...to rub snow on me! I wanted to push against him, to stand, but I couldn't. I just couldn't.

"You feel that weight in your limbs? The way your arms feel covered in clay, your legs tied to stone. You've weakened your body with your childish antics. The curse of this land wants to claim you, desperately. But," he removed his hand and dropped the compacted ball of snow he had been running across my skin. "You will not let it."

My teeth were chattering and my limbs that felt so weighted beyond my control were tingling, the painful pricks made me groan. Fiera lifted me and we entered the castle once again. I looked to him but I could see nothing of him. He wore a cloak with his hood pulled low, and not one candle or lamp inside was lit.

He walked steadily though the castle until he reached the steps, where he seemed to take longer on each step than necessary.

"Long ago a witch cursed this land, and everyone within it. She was able to obtain the power of the divine and by utilizing every drop of that power, she created a living curse. One that not only caused harm upon its casting, but one that continued to do so. The magic here will never weaken with time and as a result, life cannot survive here unless it fights. Unless it's strong enough. Do you know what that means? There are no butterflies here, aside from you." He had never spoken so much, and after days of silence I was drinking his words like a starved beggar.

My head rested against his chest as he continued his ascent, and he felt like something familiar, but not something I could name. Minutes later, we had arrived back at my room where he rested me back on the bed.

"You will eat all of your meals from this day and if you try to refuse, or lock my knights out, you'll lose your door. And I'll put a leash around your neck." The last of his words rumbled through me like a quake, but I was still too weak to respond. He disappeared from my side but quickly reappeared with a cup in his hand.

"Now, I'll sit you up and you will drink every drop." He moved me higher on the bed where my head was propped up by pillows. It was so dark, only moonlight filtered in and lit up his frame. He pressed the cup to my mouth and I felt a tepid liquid rush to my lips.

It didn't taste terrible but, it also wasn't pleasant. I moaned and tried to turn my head but with his other gloved hand he held my chin firm.

"Every. Drop." He grumbled. Begrudgingly, I obeyed. One uncomfortable gulp at a time until Fiera was satisfied and removed the cup from my mouth. He held my face a second longer before releasing it. My body flooded with awareness.

I could feel his touch on my chin before he withdrew, I could feel my fingers and toes, I exhaled.

"W-why...why did you bother?" I asked between breaths.

"Do not presume to question me after what you've done." The softness from earlier was gone, his words came out as a snarl and when he turned away from me, his cape flicked like a whip.

It gave me a feeling I couldn't explain at the time. It was something I wasn't used to feeling, a strange mix of shame, sadness, and possibly guilt. My stomach churned as Feria vanished without another word from my room, leaving me alone to familiarize myself with my new emotions.

I wasn't able to fall asleep after his departure, in fact I couldn't even sit in the bed. I felt energized I felt...agitated.

"What does that mean that I shouldn't question him after what I did?" I grumbled, pacing the spacious room. "He started this. AND! This is insanity! Living magic, divine witches, a monstrous prison guard. Surely, I must have died along my journey." Using my thumb I pressed my bottom lip against my teeth as I gazed towards the window.

Mindlessly I turned and continued pacing. I hadn't seen another living creature since my arrival, I hadn't heard so much as a rustle or a call.

Do you know what that means? There are no butterflies here...

Was he calling me a liar? I exhaled sharply and crossed my arms tightly across my abdomen. Slowly, I placed one hand on my chest where my skin was still at its coldest. He had been careful, gentle, when shocking my system with cold. That couldn't have been easy for someone his size.

As children in my village we learn the art of petal etching. We use the rib bone of silver gliders, one of the most fragile fish, and crouch over hundreds of petals where we etch our sigils. These petals are used for various purposes within my community but not everyone has the touch. The ability to not pierce the petals, to not dull the rib bone or snap it in your fingers. It's a careful balance of pressure that requires you to control your breathing, your heart rate, and quiet your mind.

I wondered if that was how Fiera felt with me.

As if, he could snap me by mistake.

I lowered myself back onto the bed and laid back to gaze at the roses on the ceiling. These were the only living things I had seen since my arrival. Well, aside from the knights. But they didn't speak at all! Not a word. I traced my fingers over my chest again. I wondered if maybe, Fiera was lonely.

My slumber was deep and dreamless.

I was startled awake the next morning, by what I was unsure. But I saw him. Fiera. For a second, just a glimpse. He turned away quickly, lifting his robe to conceal his face and grumbling for me to not look at him but I paid it no mind.

"Do you see them?" I asked as I looked around the room. "The butterflies." All around me they fluttered, red, yellow, blue. I didn't care about his command or his desire to conceal his appearance. I wanted him to see them. They began to drift towards the window and it urged me from my bed. I leapt to my feet, pointing and jumping.

"Fiera, look! Look at them!" I stepped close to the window, turning my back to him. I wouldn't close my eyes or cover my face, I wouldn't deprive myself of this sign of life, but I would give him my back so that he could see life.

For a moment there was only silence as we watched the butterflies make their way to the window and one by one, drift along with the cold breeze.

"How did they get here?" I heard Fiera say in a hush. "I thought...well, I don't know what I thought. But I didn't think you were covered in butterflies."

I resisted the urge to turn and face him. "I was covered in them?" I asked, watching the remaining butterflies flitter to freedom. He didn't answer and when I dared to turn, he was gone. And I never got to ask why he came into my room in the first place.

I grabbed the skirt of my sleeping gown and hurried to the open door. I didn't see him in either direction but I took a guess, and went right, the same direction I had gone days prior that had sent me running from the castle.

The floor was cold and I wore no shoes, it allowed me to travel quietly, albeit uncomfortably. I hated the feel of the freezing, hard floor on my bare feet but I tapped quietly onward, peeking around the corners until I caught a flash of Fiera's cloak trailing up the familiar staircase. The tower he warned me to never enter.

Was that where he spent most of his time?

I quickly hurried back to my room where I ran into knights bringing breakfast and clothing. I waited for them to leave, but they didn't. I tried to dismiss them, I waved towards the door but they didn't move.

"I can't dress with you guys right here!" I protested, but one knight merely pointed to the breakfast and remained rigidly in place. "I have to eat first? Then you'll leave?" The knight gave one curt nod.

With a huff I pulled out the chair from the vanity and sat in front of the hot porridge and candied fruit. I ate quickly an withheld my annoyed sighs, but I couldn't stop stop myself from casting angry glares at the knights. When I was done I dropped my spoon in the bowl loudly, clattering it against the porcelain to grab their attention.

"Done. Now please let me dress." There was an edge in my voice I didn't bother concealing, I tapped my foot as they took their leave and breathed with with relief once the door was closed.

Dressing in what was provided for me was a bit difficult without assistance but my skills had enhanced during my stay. I slid on each layer, tied the strings, pulled the threads, clasped the buttons, and let my hair be. I had to get back to the stairwell. I wasn't sure why, maybe I was lonely, but every part of my being was urging me to get to him.

But once I did, I didn't know what to do.

I stood there awkwardly, walked back and forth in front of it, I listened to it, craning my neck into the entryway but no matter what I did, I couldn't will my feet to move past the threshold. I had to go about this another way, I had to get him to leave the tower.

And not only for dinner in dim candlelight, I needed to get him out during the day. I needed to see him.

꧁•⊹٭𝚃𝚘 𝙱𝚎 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚍٭⊹•꧂

[lmelodie]

Doodle Dump! But it make it more finished, I guess. I had a fair bit of mostly finished stuff lying around so here’s those for ya!

YOU CAN'T STOP ME FROM DRAWING JULIAN! YOU CAN'T MAKE ME! He’s so incredibly complicated, but every once and a while he actually likes being in his own company and isn't trying to constantly hurl himself off a cliff! Sometimes he likes being himself and he never tell anyone that ever.

And I got the scale all wrong with the rest of the frost fam in that next one, but I liked the idea of him picking up Jacqueline like a claw machine, so I rendered and kept it. Fun Fact! I'd like to imagine when Julian picks up all the frost family at once (Blaise in two hands, everyone else in one), he got the idea to learn how to juggle with all six arms. Neither Jack nor Kills knows how to juggle, but Julian is DTERMINED to learn how to do it with SIX ARMS.

I’m still not over @herbalsingularitea Jack design so I think this counts as a little fanart for them! He’s just so SHAPEY and I've been taking style notes because Moss is really good at this you guys. I also did a version where I imposed my own color scheme onto him just to see how it would look. Keep up the great work my guy!

And lastly, these guys are doing an outfit swap, kinda? Style swap, I guess? Their wearing each other's elements basically. I have a lot to say about both of their design choices, but in essence: I leaned real hard in a Mad Hatter direction for Jack and spiked up MN to the heavens. It was just a fun design experiment. 

(I also gave a brown-haired version to Jack because when making it I was still debating whether or not his hair was brown or blue when its thawed. But its firmly blue now. so shhhhh)

He’s only small! You can't get mad at him when he’s so tiny!

Older Frost Kids my BELOVED. This was basically just a warmup thing that I liked enough to do flats on (Thats what MOST of the things here are: Just roughs/sketches/warmups that I liked enough to clean up and color). But this image screamed the frost siblings to me, so I had to do it. Fiera with the mustard is a whole mood.

[pneusnews]

Automechanika e Frost & Sullivan stringono una nuova partnership

Frost & Sullivan sta unendo le forze con Automechanika, la fiera internazionale leader per l’aftermarket automobilistico, per migliorare la loro offerta ai professionisti del settore. Questa alleanza strategica è progettata per fornire un flusso continuo di contenuti di valore alle fiere mondiali di Automechanika, coprendo aree cruciali come tendenze di mercato, tecnologia, innovazione e modelli…

[ochoislas]

LA GUERRA

Se ha levantado aquél que durmió tanto, se ha levantado de honda catacumba. Gigante inadvertido en el crepúsculo, la luna con su negro puño aplasta.

En vespertino fragor de ciudades llueven cencio foráneas tinieblas, cuaja en yelo la torva del mercado. Silencio. Miran en redor. No saben.

Los hombros ase leve por las calles. Pregunta sin respuesta. Un rostro blanco. Gañe a lo lejos un sutil clamor, de mentones en punta vibran barbas.

En las montañas rompe ya a bailar y grita: «¡Arriba todos los guerreros!». Y resuenan, si la testuz revuelve, mil cráneos que ensarta su carlanca.

Cual torre irrumpe de ascuas del ocaso, donde huye el día, y ya la sangre corre. Cuerpos sin cuento yacen en las juncias, que ensabanan las aves de la muerte.

Sobre el fogaje azul de las murallas se alza, y sobre la negra batahola. Sobre poternas con caídos guardas, y sobre puentes que amontonan muertos.

De noche espanta al fuego, rojo alano, campo a través con fieros alaridos. De la sombra nocturno reino brota, su orilla alumbran cráteres terribles.

Y se empavesan tenebrosos llanos hasta el confín de rojos capirotes, y cuanto baja en banda a los caminos él barre a las hogueras, que se aviven.

Y los bosques devoran llamas fieras, con sus tercos murciélagos cetrinos. Cual carbonero, atiza con su vara la arboleda, aventando bien el fuego.

Una ciudad se sume en humo pardo, zozobra muda al vientre del abismo. Mas el gigante sobre los escombros rueda tres veces su antorcha en el cielo.

Contra el fulgor de nubes laceradas en yermos fríos de tinieblas muertas, para agostar la noche cuanto es ancha, diluvia pez y brasas en Gomorra.

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DER KRIEG

Aufgestanden ist er, welcher lange schlief, Aufgestanden unten aus Gewölben tief. In der Dämmrung steht er, groß und unerkannt, Und den Mond zerdrückt er in der schwarzen Hand.

In den Abendlärm der Städte fällt es weit, Frost und Schatten einer fremden Dunkelheit, Und der Märkte runder Wirbel stockt zu Eis. Es wird still. Sie sehn sich um. Und keiner weiß.

In den Gassen faßt es ihre Schulter leicht. Eine Frage. Keine Antwort. Ein Gesicht erbleicht. In der Ferne ein Geläute dünn Und die Bärte zittern um ihr spitzes Kinn.

Auf den Bergen hebt er schon zu tanzen an Und er schreit: Ihr Krieger alle, auf und an. Und es schallet, wenn das schwarze Haupt er schwenkt, Drum von tausend Schädeln laute Kette hängt.

Einem Turm gleich tritt er aus die letzte Glut, Wo der Tag flieht, sind die Ströme schon voll Blut. Zahllos sind die Leichen schon im Schilf gestreckt, Von des Todes starken Vögeln weiß bedeckt.

Über runder Mauern blauem Flammenschwall Steht er, über schwarzer Gassen Waffenschall. Über Toren, wo die Wächter liegen quer, Über Brücken, die von Bergen Toter schwer.

In die Nacht er jagt das Feuer querfeldein Einen roten Hund mit wilder Mäuler Schrein. Aus dem Dunkel springt der Nächte schwarze Welt, Von Vulkanen furchtbar ist ihr Rand erhellt.

Und mit tausend roten Zipfelmützen weit Sind die finstren Ebnen flackend überstreut, Und was unten auf den Straßen wimmelt hin und her, Fegt er in die Feuerhaufen, daß die Flamme brenne mehr.

Und die Flammen fressen brennend Wald um Wald, Gelbe Fledermäuse zackig in das Laub gekrallt. Seine Stange haut er wie ein Köhlerknecht In die Bäume, daß das Feuer brause recht.

Eine große Stadt versank in gelbem Rauch, Warf sich lautlos in des Abgrunds Bauch. Aber riesig über glühnden Trümmern steht Der in wilde Himmel dreimal seine Fackel dreht,

Über sturmzerfetzter Wolken Widerschein, In des toten Dunkels kalten Wüstenein, Daß er mit dem Brande weit die Nacht verdorr, Pech und Feuer träufet unten auf Gomorrh.

Georg Heym

di-versión©ochoislas

[purebloodblackqueen]

Lezioni di volo

Arrivate al campo di allenamento trovammo Cordelia e Brigid che parlavano con una ragazza della nostra classe. Era Clarisse Warrington. Era alta quasi come Brigid e portava i capelli corti come un ragazzo. Le altre l’avevano conosciuta a colazione e ci presentarono.  Vidi Darren attraversare il campo, andava verso suo fratello Colin e un’altro ragazzo, David Fanny, che era sempre nella nostra stessa casa. C’erano i grifondoro del primo anno con noi quella mattina. Era la prima lezione che facevamo con loro, e io non avevo stretto molte amicizie tra il treno e la cerimonia di smistamento, quindi il campo era pieno di facce nuove per me, e pieno di manici di scopa in terra, stesi uno accanto all’altro, ordinatamente, in due lunghe file. Madama Bumb arrivò e si presentò. Era svelta, sbrigativa. Parlava a raffica, decisa e senza prendere fiato tra le parole. Ci dispose su due file, io ero tra Charlotte e Clarisse Warrington. Davanti a noi, nella fila opposta Hecate e Brigid prendevano posto alla destra di due manici di scopa distesi a terra, accanto a loro, proprio di fronte a me, Madama Bumb stava spingendo uno dei gemelli, Colin, dalla faccia che fece accorgendosi che mi aveva davanti. 

Guardai ai miei piedi il mio manico di scopa. Era pietoso.  Mio padre mi ha regalato diversi manici di scopa negli anni, non credevo ce ne potessero essere di così malandati. Non era nemmeno più marrone, era grigiastro, gli aghi erano tutti dritti e scomposti, non più pettinati in una forma a pennello come le scope nuove. “Cosa state aspettando? Stendete la mano destra sulla scopa e dite SU!” Gridò Madama Bumb. 

Il volume eccessivo della sua voce colse tutti di sorpresa. Il mio braccio si alzo’ d’istinto, dopo aver tremato. “SU!” dissi ad alta voce. Il cadavere del mio manico di scopa si sollevo dal suolo e lo strinsi saldamente a metà del manico quando toccò la mia mano. Hecate mi guardò a bocca aperta con un’espressione compiaciuta, tra gli sguardi storditi dei grifondoro attorno a noi. “Eccellente miss Frost.” Uno dopo l’altro gli altri studenti iniziarono ad imitarmi. Alcuni con più successo degli altri. La scopa di Hecate venne su al primo tentativo, come anche quella di Clarisse Warrington. Charlotte ci mise un paio di su, poco decisi, per afferrare la sua e Brigid dovette tentare quasi dieci volte. In media i serpeverde andarono molto meglio dei grifondoro comunque. Ne fui fiera. Anche Colin l’aveva afferrata al primo tentativo. “Questa scopa deve essere più vecchia del professor Silente.” Dissi disgustata osservando da vicino il mio manico malandato mentre alcuni ragazzi stavano aspettando a turno l’aiuto di Madama Bumb. Charlotte scoppiò a ridere in modo sguaiato, anche Clarisse rise. Hecate e Brigid, che avevano sentito, sogghignarono divertite scuotendo la testa. Guardai il gemello che a sua volta mi guardava, ma stavolta non rise. Sollevò un sopracciglio e poi distolse lo sguardo dal mio. A quel punto ero certa che fosse Colin e non Darren. 

Una volta che tutti ebbero i loro manici di scopa stretti in mano, Madama Bumb ci intimò di metterci in posizione e salirci a cavalcioni. Avremmo dovuto darci una spinta da terra alzarci a mezz’aria e ritoccare subito terra. Mi sembrava quasi innaturale. Sapevo volare, mio padre mi aveva insegnato da bambina. Questa lezione era estremamente semplice, immaginai che fosse perché molti non avevano genitori che gli avessero insegnato ad andare sul manico di scopa come me. Alcuni ragazzi del grifondoro erano figli di babbani, da parte di entrambi i genitori. Era un mondo difficile da immaginare per me. Da quello che dissero non l’avevano neanche mai visto un manico di scopa, figuriamoci averne cavalcato uno. Payton Sullivan, una ragazza del grifondoro, cadde dalla scopa. Non si fece male, i suoi piedi a penzoloni dalla scopa sfioravano ancora il prato. Inclinò il manico di scopa in avanti e cadde di faccia nell’erba. L’unica cosa che ruppe furono le calze sul ginocchio, niente di più. Non le uscì nemmeno il sangue.

Madama Bumb ci fece mettere in fila uno dietro l’altro. Lei si posizionò pochi metri distante dalla fila. Teneva il braccio alzato e una campanella stretta nei grossi guanti di pelle marrone. Il primo della fila si sollevò a pochi centimetri da terra, subito partì in avanti e allungando la mano fece tintinnare la campanella. Era Colin Spirits. Atterrò a un paio di metri da Madama Bumb, e si andò a sedere affianco alla fila con Payton Sullivan, che era stata esonerata da questo complicato tentativo. Uno dopo l’altro serpeverde e grifondoro si alternarono per arrivare alla campanella. Darren, il gemello buono, la sfiorò con la testa prima di cadere. Madama Bumb disse che era comunque un tentativo valido. Charlotte aveva appena toccato la campanella quando si sentì una massa d’aria spostarsi velocemente alle sue spalle. Dolly Jepsen, del grifondoro aveva suonato la campanella subito dopo di lei. Vidi Charlotte diventare rossa. Credetti che stesse per esplodere. Dolly Jepsen le fece una smorfia compiaciuta. “Miss Jepsen non avevo detto di partire!” Esclamò Madama Bumb tenendo gli occhi sulla fila a non su di lei. L’espressione di Dolly cambiò. “5 punti in meno a grifondoro!” Charlotte tornò di un colore normale e un ghigno le spunto sul viso mentre la bocca di Dolly si spalancava. La scopa malandata di Charlotte intercettò il suo piede. Dolly cadde come un sacco di patate in avanti. “Non voglio sentire un fiato! Bisogna rispettare spazi e tempi nel quidditch! Dovete impararlo fin da adesso!” Charlotte andò a sedersi con gli altri soddisfatta. Un ragazzo magro e pallido del grifondoro che era sceso dalla scopa prima di suonare la campanella e non aveva voluto sapere di risalire diede una mano a Dolly Jepsen a rialzarsi. Fu il mio turno. Madama Bumb mi fece un cenno. Alzai i piedi da terra e partii. Sentii il trillo della campanella e mi fermai. “Bella tecnica Frost!” Madama Bumb girò appena la testa nella mia direzione. “Grazie Professoressa.” Andai a mettermi seduta con Charlotte e Brigid e prendemmo in giro quella smorfiosa di Dolly Jepsen. 

[frosteblaze]

@shawn-and-aiden-frost-9 replied to your text post:

I’m so happy to know more about you ! >3< I see you often on my dashboard and activity, so I was curious to know a bit more

Hi!! I’m so happy to get to know you! The Fubukis are my favorite characters as well and yours is one of the very first IE blogs i followed! I really love seeing your posts where you express your love for the twins, it brightens my day!

I don’t know if you remember me, but back in september I asked you advice about making gifs through my main blog. You really helped me, I think I got a lot better at it since September!

I’m really happy to be back in the fandom, the last months have been really hard for me, but rewatching my old childhood favorite has been a real help. I’m glad you like my post since I’m really just writing down all my dumb thoughts about IE. Anyway thank you!!!

@ichiroutas-other-eye replied to your text post:

Uuuu sei italiana? Non lo sapevoo! :D e sono d'accordo la matematica è bellissima :’) diffondi il tuo amore ~ ~

Eh già! *high five*

E si adoro la matematica! È sempre un po’ strano però perché quando esco da un esame contenta e fiera di me stessa (hai presente quando gli insegnanti fanno quelle domande scritte in modo da confondere apposta ma tu sei tipo: “Aha! Non mi freghi!” e riesci a risolverla lo stesso? Ci si sente proprio bene dopo) e intanto tutti i tuoi compagni stanno pregando per un sufficiente. Non è facile trovare altri a cui piace, ed e un peccato.

Viva noi pochi a cui piace!

[hillcountrytimes]

Royal Bank Of Scotland Group Plc Raised Valero Energy New (VLO) Position By $2.33 Million; GRANADA GOLD MIINE (GBBFF) SI Decreased By 81.08%

GRANADA GOLD MIINE INCORPORATED (OTCMKTS:GBBFF) had a decrease of 81.08% in short interest. GBBFF’s SI was 4,200 shares in December as released by FINRA. Its down 81.08% from 22,200 shares previously. With 10,900 avg volume, 0 days are for GRANADA GOLD MIINE INCORPORATED (OTCMKTS:GBBFF)’s short sellers to cover GBBFF’s short positions. It closed at $0.028 lastly. It is down 0.00% since December 2, 2016 and is . It has underperformed by 16.70% the S&P500.

Royal Bank Of Scotland Group Plc increased Valero Energy Corp New (VLO) stake by 13.3% reported in 2017Q2 SEC filing. Royal Bank Of Scotland Group Plc acquired 34,718 shares as Valero Energy Corp New (VLO)’s stock declined 2.47%. The Royal Bank Of Scotland Group Plc holds 295,832 shares with $19.96 million value, up from 261,114 last quarter. Valero Energy Corp New now has $36.83 billion valuation. The stock decreased 1.69% or $1.45 during the last trading session, reaching $84.17. About 4.12 million shares traded or 14.28% up from the average. Valero Energy Corporation (NYSE:VLO) has risen 15.29% since December 2, 2016 and is uptrending. It has underperformed by 1.41% the S&P500.

Investors sentiment increased to 1.19 in 2017 Q2. Its up 0.06, from 1.13 in 2017Q1. It increased, as 50 investors sold VLO shares while 274 reduced holdings. 74 funds opened positions while 311 raised stakes. 345.06 million shares or 1.22% more from 340.91 million shares in 2017Q1 were reported. Breton Hill Cap Limited reported 48,527 shares. Scott & Selber has invested 1.13% in Valero Energy Corporation (NYSE:VLO). The Texas-based Cullen Frost Bankers Inc has invested 0.61% in Valero Energy Corporation (NYSE:VLO). 5.10 million are owned by Apg Asset Mgmt Nv. Bartlett And Lc invested in 0% or 250 shares. Neumann Cap Management Ltd stated it has 0.6% of its portfolio in Valero Energy Corporation (NYSE:VLO). 1,413 are held by Dubuque Financial Bank Trust. Barclays Public Limited Co holds 0.07% or 928,348 shares in its portfolio. Magnetar Finance Limited Liability Corp, a Illinois-based fund reported 4,969 shares. Investec Asset Ltd holds 1.18% of its portfolio in Valero Energy Corporation (NYSE:VLO) for 3.67 million shares. Fiera Cap Corp accumulated 5,954 shares. 175,371 were accumulated by Cadence Cap Ltd Liability. Kentucky Retirement System reported 28,669 shares. Avalon Ltd reported 0.41% of its portfolio in Valero Energy Corporation (NYSE:VLO). Aqr Cap Mngmt Limited Liability Company has 0.17% invested in Valero Energy Corporation (NYSE:VLO) for 1.87 million shares.

Royal Bank Of Scotland Group Plc decreased Spdr S&P 500 Etf Tr (SPY) stake by 11,110 shares to 3,395 valued at $821,000 in 2017Q2. It also reduced Philip Morris Intl Inc (NYSE:PM) stake by 5,723 shares and now owns 14,276 shares. Capital One Finl Corp (NYSE:COF) was reduced too.

Among 22 analysts covering Valero Energy Corporation (NYSE:VLO), 10 have Buy rating, 0 Sell and 12 Hold. Therefore 45% are positive. Valero Energy Corporation had 60 analyst reports since July 24, 2015 according to SRatingsIntel. The company was maintained on Tuesday, January 26 by Credit Suisse. The rating was maintained by RBC Capital Markets on Thursday, June 15 with “Buy”. The rating was maintained by Barclays Capital with “Overweight” on Wednesday, February 1. On Tuesday, May 30 the stock rating was downgraded by Morgan Stanley to “Equal-Weight”. The firm earned “Buy” rating on Thursday, July 27 by Cowen & Co. Mizuho maintained it with “Buy” rating and $58 target in Friday, February 3 report. The rating was maintained by Piper Jaffray on Friday, May 26 with “Neutral”. The company was upgraded on Wednesday, December 16 by Argus Research. The rating was maintained by RBC Capital Markets with “Outperform” on Friday, July 31. The stock has “Hold” rating by Jefferies on Thursday, January 12.

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[safyresky]

Frost Manor: Floor Plans

Got asked for Frost Manor floor plans and I uh. I went a little crazy...

Apologies for the quality--got too excited to ink em and wanted to share ASAP! I'll add on the inked versions At Some Point. Info and select close ups below the cut!

Also sorry for the chicken scratch on the floorplans 🤭🤭🤭

First/Ground Floor

It's a pretty straightforward floor!

Has LOTS of space because I have no concept of scale lmao

Let's go TOP DOWN, starting with: The Kitchen

It is Blaise's pride and joy. Fave room in the house. That's why it's so BIG i.e., LONG. He is also the primary cook so when they were building the house, Winter was like "ah yes. for all matters on the kitchen please defer to Blaise"

It has a WEIRD WALL that, as you can see, kept giving me HELL. But it is there and exists and makes a fun little nook which is where the kitchen table is and the entrance to the Den

the Den entrance is CLOSER to the table. Plz ignore the one over the blue parlour lol, I had. A STRUGGLE

That weird hallway is just inner wall for the chimney/fireplace shit to hide

Frost Manor has a LOT of fireplaces. I included the ones I know of for SURE but I believe there is also one in: The Den, the dining Room, every single parlour room there, and MAYBE the ballroom.

I did a CLOSE UP with MORE DEETS of the KITCHEN FOR Y'ALL:

hehe! wheeeee!

Idk what goes on that slashy bit? Could be tall cupboards. Could be a broom closet. May actually be the dishwasher now that I think about it which, yes, they have one, Winter just doesn't pay much mind to it 🤭🤭🤭

The "desk corner" is like, a separate shelf that I believe is called a chef's shelf/pantry? Looks like this. We had one when I was little and it was iron and looked similar to this and I picture the one at Frost Manor to look like the one my parents had! but like longer lol and less full of paper

The Three Parlours: top one is the blue one where winter chats with the other seasons via crystal ball; middle one is ????? lord only knows, but I think it's yellow, and the one at the front is the front room aka, the room where Jacqueline waited. Like in this scrimbly >:)

That about covers it for the Ground floor! I shall end this blurb with a CLOSE UP of the FRONT PORCH and BACK DECK

Second Floor

This floor. Is the goddamn twilight zone. Here is why

Blinter's Room is top right (our left), far back of the house. It does not have windows on the bottom half of the room. And yet. I keep picturing windows down there and perhaps, Balcony Doors. And keep doing that like, unconsciously. Like in this close up of their room:

See how it says balcony there??? Yeah. WHY DOES THIS KEEP HAPPENING.

The OTHER twilight zone esque thing is the TWINS'S ROOMS

It also has windows. I have written about those windows. But for some odd reason lately. I have gotten the vibe. That their rooms are NOT right up against the wall, but in the MIDDLE. And that there is a whole ass second hallway with guest rooms that magically come and go as needed.

Oh my god.

And THEN. I also get the vibe that the SPARE ROOMS are NOT behind the twins's rooms, but BESIDE IT?? Which lead me to THREE (3) POTENTIAL LAYOUTS FOR THE SECOND FLOOR:

And looking at this I think I fucked up option B, lol, bc it should be the one with the LONG Fino and Fiera rooms like in the main floor.

Suffice to say, this manor is 5000 years old at LEAST and I feel as though Blaise has shifted rooms a BUNCH and TONS of reno has happened so. Maybe the second floor just IS twilight zone-y, IDK

BUT! I think that Fino and Fiera's rooms are DEFFS windowed, so it's most likely the long one, and Blinter's room is at the back corner of the house so the floor plans with that one are ACCURATE

The very bottom one is how I originally pictured the second floor, lol, but I feel as though the gallery wasn't always the gallery! I think Blinter also had a separate sitting room originally and it was the gallery but like, that's HUGE.

And I need you all to know that the rooms. Are tight and cozy bc they are filled with STUFF and THINGS. Even the GALLERY has seating in it! AHHHHH

but yeah. Second floor is an enigma. Idk.

Fun second floor fact: Were Pyros to get a redemption arc (👀👀) his room would be on that floor >:)

Third Floor

aka, cold front palace/flats!

This one gave me the LEAST amount of problems. Well, almost.

Jack's suite was a PROBLEM bc I kept picturing his bed like. In the middle of the room with no walls like a PSYCHOPATH and based on the convo he has with Jacqueline in Chapter uh. 19? 18? 17? JUST BEFORE MARKET DAY!! The door to his sitting room is on an angle?

AND THEN his convo with Fino in Chapter 23? 22? When he teleports into his room? It sounds like the door is like. In the middle of his room. Into the HALLWAY. And I didn't GIVE THEM hallway doors it's a SUITE LOOKING THING, IDK

SO YEAH

The third floor also has attic access and the attic is v small and mostly storage--probz like an antique market all up in there

They also have space there for a magic guest bedroom, too, which! As a fun fact, is where Bernard's room is in Frostmas! :)

soo YEAH there's a rough idea of what the place looks like. Um. There IS a Pinterest board for Frost Manor! It has not been updated in forever BUT IT IS THERE. WITH INSPO. And I'm fond of it bc I love colours and Frost Manor is colourful as frost lmao 🤭🤭

[lmelodie]

Two of a Kind

The spirit of the blorbos have given me this little idea about Blaise and the twins. Blaise angst? In MY drafts?? It’s more likely than you think! The characters I stole, YOINKED straight from @safyresky​. They’re MY blorbos now! This is just a very very small thought process I wanted to get on paper. Only 1.2k works so ya’ll also get accompanying art. 

Enjoy the adventures of the not-so-new parents!

He’s pulled up the recliner from the corner of the room and placed it between the two bassinets. He sits in it but doesn't relax, sitting on the very edge of the chair with his elbows on his knees and his chin under his hands. Stiff with tension yet sagged from sleeplessness.

He got up forty minutes ago when the babies were getting fussy, dragged out of bed in the middle of the night in nothing but his pajama bottoms. And he managed to put them back to sleep nearly fifteen minutes ago now, but he couldn't seem to unglue himself from the spot he’s made between them. Can't fathom ripping his attention away from his two youngest children. Precious. Beautiful. Not a spark on either of their heads yet, nearly a month old now. 

Blaise merely looks at them. His expression is needlessly hard and his eyebrows are furrowed with deep thought. So small. Tiny, fragile things they are. His heart beats slowly yet thunderously in his chest as he watches the infants sleep. He watches, not worried about anything happening to them, but marveling at the strange ways in which the fates work. How the times repeat themselves.

Fino and Fiera Frost. Who will they become, what great things will they achieve in their lifetimes. His beautiful twin flames.

Twin flames. 

He doesn't want to dwell on it. He thought he’s moved past this by now. The only brother he’s ever known, the only family he had left for a time. Their childhood was hard and scathing. Boundaries required pushing to be great, he wanted to be great. He wanted to be great with him. The trouble they would get into, the schemes that they planned to get away with it. The laughter. The jovial kind, the one from when they were still very young. 

When they were still small, and fragile. 

He tightly sews his eyes shut at the thought, pained and exhausted, trying to steer the ship out of the choppy waters it's starting to find itself in. He tries not to think about it. He tries very hard. And now he tries even harder for their sake. He can't let his own experiences filter the one they will have. It's hard not to compare with circumstances like these, but he tries forcing the thoughts away as best he can.

Suddenly the gentle creaking of the nursery door behind him stirs him from his thunderstorm. 

“Blaise?” Winter whispers from the open doorway. She too is adorned with eye bags and a tired posture.

“Winter?” he twists in his seat to face her, “Your supposed to be resting. I told you I got this one.”

“It’s been a minute. I thought you said you were coming back to bed?”

Winter slowly and carefully walks over to where her husband is sitting, dragging the hem of her nightgown behind her. She comes up next to the chair to stand beside him, placing two gentle hands on both of his bare shoulders. 

“Have I been away for that long?” he asks.

“Nearly forty five minutes. Have they been giving you trouble?” 

His posture slightly melts at the soft crooning of her touch, letting out a quiet sigh, “Not anymore than usual. They went back to sleep rather fast this time.”

“Then why are you still up here?” she asked, doused with concern.

When he eventually leans back into the recliner, she comes closer and sits on the arm of the chair, laying the side of her head on top of his own. It's warm, but not hot. She can tell something is wrong. Nothing more than a tick in the well of his usual enthusiasm, but something that is glaringly obvious to Winter. She feels his hand slide up to be placed on top of her own.

“Twins Winter…” he whispers with a knowing melancholy. 

“I know,” she softly responds, “They're wonderful, bright little things. They get that from you ya know.”

Blaise faintly smiles at her remark, “I just hope it's not the only thing they get from me.”

He takes a long poignant pause, his patched breathing letting Winter know that he’s trying to find the words to say something important. She doesn't interject, only letting him gather his thoughts.

“Winter they deserve the world. Twin flames, love. I used to be one of those. I cant...I don't, I - I just want this time to be different. They deserve to have that kind of bond with each other. The kind that I had once but couldn't seem to keep…”

“And they will,” she lifts her head off of her husband to look him in the eyes, “We will make it happen. We will be giving them all the right things for them to succeed. We won't be perfect, never have been, but we will try our best. And you know what I always say about trying one's best.”

She cradles the sides of his face in both of her hands, watching the gears turning  behind his eyes. He looks worried, his face creasing in a somber form. He closes his eyes as he feels a cool thumb run over one of his cheeks.

"Darling you shouldn't worry. This time will be different."

Gently placing his hands to rest on top of hers, her touch further undoing the stress he's done himself up in.

“The cycle ends…” he finally says.

“The cycle ends,” she echos, “We’ve done a decent enough job so far. Jacqueline is turning out to be a fine girl. A regular firecracker.”

He smiles fondly, “An arctic storm in the making that one.”

“And they will be just the same,” she says, glancing over to the sleeping babies, “They will be just fine, Blaise dear. We will be fine.”

Blaise follows her line of sight to the children, peacefully sleeping away in the cots they will one day outgrow. Surrounded by the walls of a home full of unconditional love and support. With parents looking after them that will do anything for them. They’re already far better off than he was. They will be just fine.

“We will be fine,” he repeats, turning his head into one of her palms to chastely kiss, “What would I ever do without you?” 

“Probably get even less sleep somehow,” she softly chuckles “Come on now, the bed needs to be warmed back up.”

Blaise pulls a slightly goofy grin at the comment and picks himself up from the recliner. The unexpectedly loud squeaking of the hinges catch both parents off guard and realize that their children are stirring. They both stop dead in their tracks, heart rates spiking to the ceiling and fear painted on their faces to see if the twins would stay asleep. 

The infants softly coo and shift on their backs, but after a moment of this disturbance, they both drifted back off.

Blaise and Winter both let out a weighted sigh with relief, the tiredness returning to their slumped shoulders. They leave the room as quietly as they can muster and robotically shut the door behind them, on their way to getting a wink of sleep themselves tonight. Now significantly less burdened. 

[safyresky]

Scrimbly Jacqueline 19/52: I gave her a cloak. bitches love cloaks! (i'm bitches)

I also drew her staff! She has one, too :)

This nearly became Sorceress-Warlock Jacqueline from THIS AU. Didn't feel like drawing that fit tho so it's just regular canon Jacqueline, lol. (but picturing the scars and the eye patch she doesn't actually need but wears for the aesthetic was a FUN mental image at the beginning of the week! then the horrors persisted and I went WHO HAS THE SPOONS. NOT ME)

Drawing the whooshy cloak was fun. Colouring it was even MORE fun. I was going CRAZY last night trying to find a post I made where I described Jacqueline's staff?? I COULDN'T FUCKING FIND IT AND I S2G I READ IT THE OTHER DAY. LIKE EARLIER THIS WEEK. So hopefully my visual memory served me WELL and I don't find the post and go FUCKING EH at a later date, lol.

this scrimbly was very much a scrimbly lol. I think it took me like 10 minutes to doodle. I'm having a LOW ENERGY WEEK. Feelin burnt out af and dreading the weekend! Woo! Almost DIDN'T scrimbly! Thinking this week's little down spin is gonna push back Frostmas crossposting which is SUPER RUDE bc like. THE AESTHETIC. UPDATING ON THE UNLUCKY DAY. BOO!

RIGHT. DANI RANTS ASIDE, WANT SOME CS LORE/FACTS? BC I GOT SOME! WOO:

All four Frosts would pass the warlock test--the question is, do they fully embrace it? Fino does. Fiera does but like, second to the summer sprite training. Jack learns what's useful/what he wants/needs to. Jacqueline was FINE not warlocking, she's good with the snow, BUT Jack keeps nagging her to at LEAST take the test and when she passes it he's like c'mon. c'mon. warlock training. you know you want tooo I could teach youuuuu

She holds off for a VERY long time then gets schemey brain a couple of centuries down the line and goes for it. It's spoilery and I do want to keep this one close to my chest, BUT:

Essentially she learns that she has something someone needs/wants back and she can only do that by getting into the Warlock training! She uses this to try and bring two estranged people closer and when it doesn't go well she hits Jack up after hours and is like "so my plan is going. hmm. bad. let's start warlock training?" and Jack's like YEAH LET'S FUCKING GOOOO bc A) he told her so. B) he;s been wanting to get her started with the warlock biz for YEARS! AND out of ALL THE TEACHERS SHE'S COMING TO HIM (well. unofficially) and C) he is also enjoying the tea from her little scheme and about the two people in question, lol.

Anyway, enjoy the scrimble! Next week is some prohibition fun ft. Winter, I THINK. I'll have to check my notes 🤔🤔🤔

(and yes the heart clasp and pink in the staff are bc Dite)

[lmelodie]

This is just an idea that i had, that i couldn't stop thinking about. This WHOLE THING was basically just getting it on paper: What if powerswap? What if Crystal Springs powerswap? With a hint of clone shenanigans.

I didn’t think too hard about plot or anything, i just had an idea and I RAN with it. So if you don’t know who my own character is (Killian) or who Dani’s character is (Jacqueline) this will be whole bunch of nonsense.

And I did put off quality control for these most basic of preliminary drawings just so I can get a general idea of what they look like. When I say i cranked this whole thing OUT i meant it!

Enjoy!

Honestly, walking through the door he didn't know what to expect. The Boogeyman wasn't even halfway through the doorway, when the one who opened it for him ran off back into the house.

“Hey! You four need to go outside to do that!” a familiar voice distanced as he entered.

What greeted him on the inside of the home, took the top spot of the weirdest things he’s seen. When he got a very concerning very vague emergency message from Jack, he thought it was just another scheme that got out of hand. Or he needed to reach something on a very high shelf. Either way he figured this time was gonna be like all those other times. He’ll humor him in whatever situation he's in and maybe even get a good laugh out of it.

This particular scene, admittedly, had the potential to be humorous. But now isn't really the time.

Quietly closing the door behind him, the dingy spirit saw a struggle take place between six different people in the house. Jack and Jaqueline were easy to point out. Jack was hovering on the outskirts of the magical scuffle trying to gauge if and when he can help diffuse the situation. Jacqueline was working with a very warm looking individual. And was corralling the cartoonish looking dust cloud of magic blasts toward an open door. Holding open the door to the backyard was a very familiar looking heat sprite also surveying the chaos.

As he got closer he could now see that the center of the disarray that was being motioned out of the house were the twins, Fino and Fiera. Along with another pair of white haired kids of the same age. Both parties were hurling magical attacks of ice and fire at each other. Snowballs went flying, flamethrower-like spouts of fire were summoned.

Everybody was shouting over each other as they tried to avoid the missed and dogged attacks. Until eventually, the two young women of the group managed to usher the fight outside. A greatly appreciated hush fell over the group as they gathered themselves.

“Sooooo, is anyone gonna tell me what's going on?” Killian asked.

Without a word, two sets of identical faces came to look at him.

There was nothing unusual looking about Jack and Jacqueline, but the two other fire sprites in the room were the spitting image of the siblings.

The Jack lookalike sported basically the same suit but just in the opposite color scheme of reds and oranges. Anywhere where they're would've been frost on the clothing, was instead replaced by dark singe marks and cracking details. And if he weren't mistaken, the edges of the jacket lapel were lightly burning with small flames. The most noticeable difference however, was the presence of fire for hair, instead of the usual icicles.

Noticing it now with this weird doppelgänger, Killian took note of just how similar Jack and Blaise looked.

Jaqueline also got the same treatment. With the regular icy version he knows, also came with a fiery lookalike. Her hair, while contained with a ponytail, was also just a pile of flames on her head. Where the icicles usually are on Jacqueline's dress, was now a layer of lava rock. It was cracked and fissured to show the actual streams of molten magma underneath.

None of them however answered his question. Probably too stumped on where to even start.

Killian sat in silence for a beat before speaking, “...Well. This seems more like a family issue than anything else. I think I should go.”

“No! Don't, this is still an emergency,” Iced Jack remarked.

“Then tell me what this is all about,” Killian widely motioned to the two heat sprites. “And what that whole fight was about just now. What was that?”

“That first part is a long story,” Iced Jaqueline voiced, “But that whole scuffle just now was the two sets of twins going at each other.”

Burned Jack across the way piped up, “They saw each other and immediately decided that they had to see who could beat who in a fight”

“Fair enough. Now someones gotta tell me what's going on with the matching set,” Killian said, taking a few steps forward.

Before either Jacqueline could launch into their story, the two Jacks shared a look with each other from across the room. First a wide eyed look of gesture, then a confirming glance before they both turned their eyes onto the shadow spirit. Each having the exact same thought, with the same exact evil smiles

They both swiftly saddled up on either side of Killian. The red head's face fell as he realized what they were thinking.

“Doesn't matter how this happened really. We're just glad you're here now.  We desperately need another opinion on this,” Burned Jack hinted as he took one of Killian’s arms in his own.

Iced Jack copied the action on the other side, “We need another pair of eyes, you could say”

“And what better pair of eyes.”

“Jack!” Both Jacquelines exclaimed.

“What?” The two Jacks said in unison.

“Please try and stay focused for a single second before we both simultaneously barf,” Iced Jacqueline remarked.

The Boogeyman was honestly very grateful for the intervention. He was cornered on both sides with two Jacks and was just a little too flustered to think clearly about the situation. And the red flush on his face clearly gave it away.

‘I think I might be getting thermal shock,’ he thought to himself.

“Jacqueline, can-could you please pick your brothers up off the floor?” Killian asked.

Both Jacks looked at each other in confusion, “The floor?”

In a series of quick motions, Killian pulled both his arms free from the two sprites. Both of which felt a pair of shadow hands coming up from the floor and grabbing their ankles. Killian took a few steps back from the pair, the hands pulled their feet away in opposite directions and they both landed face first into the floor in front of him.

Both of the Jacquelines tried their best to not to laugh, as Killian regained composure. In a burst of black and red magic, kills teleported to the other side of the room where the girls were sitting.

“I'm just gonna stand all the way over there. Not because I don't love you,” Gesturing to Iced Jack, “but because I can't trust you,” gesturing to Burned Jack.

“It's true, you're not very trustworthy,” Ice Jack chimed in.

“What do you mean? I'm you, blizzard brain. The only difference is that I got cooler powers.”

“You want to test that theory?”

The Jacks continued to argue as the ice/fire/shadow trio tried to ignore them.

“They've been like this the whole time,” Burned Jacqueline commented, “It's been one or the other all day. Either they get caught up in a pissing contest or they get along too well with themselves.

Both of the Jacks continued to bicker in the background.

“Hey!” Killian shouts grabbing both their attention, “Can you not start fighting yourself.”

…..

“Yet. Just wait until I get some popcorn first,” Killian starts making his way through the kitchen for the bit.

“Killian!” Iced Jacqueline reprimands.

“What! It was a joke! Mostly….”

Without waiting for anything else, Iced Jaqueline quickly launches into their story to try and get Killian up to speed.

Everyone sat down at the island or leaned against the counter to listen to the tale. Apparently, her and Jack have been tasked with tracking down and capturing a piece of fractured time. A bunch of wibbly wobbly timey wimey nonsense from Father Time's realm that went haywire. And upon chasing it through multiple different timelines, a big struggle ensued in the Burned timeline. And in the struggle the Iced duo accidentally dragged the Fire sprite Frost kids into their original timeline: here and now.

“Does that make any sense? Time stuff was never really my forte,” Iced Jacqueline explained.

“No no. I think I get it. So you guys just need to go back to your original timeline then?”

“Yes,” Burned Jacqueline responded “Blaise and Winter, the ones in this universe, left to go see father time and see what can be done. Both about us and the fractured timepiece.”

“We decided to stay here and try brainstorming another plan ourselves,” Burned Jack said, igniting and extinguishing a small flame on the tip of his finger.

Killian sat on this thought for a moment, “I think you guys should stay,” he said motioning toward the warm front.

“What?” asked Iced Jack

“Not permanently. I'm just thinking that you all could put your collective brains together to try and pin down that fractured piece of time. Four heads are gonna be better than two if you’re all working together. And with fire magic at your disposal that isn't being controlled by two twelve hundred year olds, I think you guys got this in the bag.”

The four sprites, after a beat, quietly agreed with overlapping voices.

“So all four of us, we go out and find that fractured piece of time, so that everything can be fixed. And so you guys can get back to your proper timeline?” Iced Jack confirmed.

“Ah i’m just seeing one problem though,” Iced Jacqueline expressed, “We don't know when mom and dad are coming back. They haven’t been gone for too long, but who knows when they'll be coming back here.”

Burned Jack finished the sentiment, “Ohh, I see. I get where you're coming from. If all four of us are out tracking this thing down, what are we gonna do with the twins?”

The rest of the group's faces fell in thought. They hadn't thought about that.

“Do we just bring them along with us?” asked Iced Jack.

“No way! That thing is super dangerous. And I'm not gonna share blame for another one of your terrible ideas,” Iced Jacqueline iterated.

“They melted a frozen volcano! I think they can handle themselves.”

“Do I have to remind you who froze that volcano in the first place!”

“Do you have any better ideas of what to do with them?”

Killian broke up the sibling squabbling, “I do”

The cold front paused their bickering to listen to The Boogeyman's suggestion.

“I'll stay here with the twins. Just until either Blaise or Winter show up again, so that you guys can go and do what you need to do.”

“Are you sure, Killian?” Burned Jacqueline asked, “There's twice as many of them than before.”

“I'm sure. I've entertained them before, what's another set added to the mix?” Killian responded with a little bit of a cocky tambor.

“I say let him go for it,” Iced Jack stood up straight away from the counter, “If nothing else to see how close he is to going insane by the end of this.”

“Your encouragement for my downfall is what's gonna keep me going,” Killian responded with a smile.

“Only if you really want to Kills, You don't have to do it, “ Iced Jacqueline voiced.

“I do want to. You guys need to go out there and fix the bigger problem at hand.”

With an exchange of approving looks all around, everybody was in agreement.

“Alright then, it's settled,” Burned Jack confirmed, “Now we should probably hea-”

He was cut off by a loud crash coming from outside. It felt as though a large force of impact hit the side of the house, causing a very small tremor for the occupants inside.

With mounting concern, the group of five quickly escaped through the backdoor and into the yard to where they left the two sets of twins. Of which the white haired duo, clad in blue were both crouching on the ground with their arms over their ducked heads.

The fiery pair both lay flat on the ground opposite from their counterparts, their flames in their heads dancing high and glowing bright. They gathered themselves to see the rest of the group watching on in concern.

The side of the house just above the icy twins heads, was scorched in a large black circle.

Iced Fiera excitedly called out to her counterpart, “Was that a combo move!?”

“I didn't even know we could do that!” Embering Fino exclaimed.

“Did you guys see what just happened!?” Fiery Fiera called out the others looking out onto the yard.

To say it was a wreck would be the understatement of the century. To add to the giant burn mark on the side of the house, the whole yard was slushed and semi frozen over. Where there weren't open patches of soggy grass and mud, there were snowdrifts and half formed snowballs scattered on the ground. Ice ramps and little flame monsters dotted the area as well.

“We just pulled off the ultimate team up power move!” Fiera shouted, “That was so sick! Did you see it, it looked like a burning star! It looked like a giant fireball straight from the volcano!”

“Do you think we can do something like that?” Iced Fiera asked her equally chilly twin.

As the two sets of twins started planning their next attack on each other, the group of adults watching them quickly turned their eyes to Killian in pity.

The man himself could do nothing but stare at the carnage caused by the four kids.

“Welp. Have fun with that Kills,” Burned Jack clapped a hand on his shoulder before returning back inside. Followed suit by everyone else, before they took their leave from Frost manor.

Ok so he may have been a little too over confident when he said he could handle it. But mark his words, if nothing else he is gonna prove Jack wrong!

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YALL KNOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT DANI ART!!!!! IT GOES STRAIGHT ON THE FRIDGE

I never would've thought to give fiera buns!!! Fucking genius! (My thought was to give her an undercut or half shaved) Fiera is my girl fr fr and she's so beautiful. I LOVE THAT SHE CAN DO RAINBOW FIRE!!! Brilliant!

Fino is gd ROCKING IT. And by it I mean everything he's doing it all and being awesome at it.

Also, gotta ask if Jacquie's top design is just a pattern or if the zig zag stuff is all frost/ice. Either way SHES FUCKING BEAUTIFUL!!!! NEW JACK FROST JUST DROPPED!! I adore that her sleeves look like little kaleidoscopes/snow globes even (to me anyway lol)

Nobody:

Nobody:

Me: sorry, did someone ask for some older Fino, Fiera, and Jacqueline? Oh! Well here you go!

Okok so these are kinda lil. BAD sketches lmao except for the top ones!! Practise makes perfect and I'll get them right eventually!! :3 Mind the cam scan watermark, I always forget to crop it out 🙄🙄🙄

anyway some hot facts about Fiera, Fino, and Jacquie when they are a weee bit older than they are now below the cut!

First up: Fiera!

BUNS. She has FIERY BUNS! On her head. And freckles, apparently

Absolutely VIBING ribbons

She causes a ruckus, a stir up, but in the most elegant of ways which nobody expected, least of all Fiera

She's become v good at summer sprite-ing. Her fire is RAINBOW sometimes, she's very proud of that!

She and Fino both have the same face shape, same noses, and same freckles funnily enough! V. similar twins

The second doodle is a bit of a better Fiera-Hair. She's not as spinelly as I drew her at the top!

What is she up to? No idea! Adventure is out there and she's an on fire ribbony mess. She's carpe dieming that SHIT

Both she and Fino got a lot of Winter's more angular (pointy) features, and are very lanky. they have no fluff or curves. They are also both very tall!

Fino!

He's a very very VERY skilled warlock

And just as good as Fiera at fire manipulation--he's seen his Dad and Uncle and Fino went yeah, no, I'm gonna get real good at BOTH the summer sprite shit AND the warlock shit!

And then he did.

Smaller simmer of hair at the top; but it's pretty long! By Fino standards, at least. not quite a mullet but if you squint....

Spends most of his time in the human world cultivating the reputation of weird forest wizard, helping local kids and ordibeings down on their luck

he likes nature a LOT

Went to castor school in Crystal Springs, fucking ROCKED IT

And of course, last but certainly not least: Jacqueline!

Happily married to Dite (who has, at this point, forged her own identity and goes by her name: Hedone! Jacqueline calls her Donnie for short ;)

They have 3 kids!

They are just as unhinged as Jacqueline with all of the Frost crazy and bits and pieces of god power thanks to Donnie (Dite), and sass out the ass since their granpater (Cupid) is. well. like that lol

Jacqueline loves them very, very, VERY much

Jacqueline: My kids are so terrible and I love them soooo much for it 🥺🥺🥺🥺

She tries really hard to keep her hair up in a messy fat bun, but by the end of the day it's fallen down completely

Has smile lines like her parents do!!!!

She is out here Jack Frosting officially

SMILE LINES!

Still cannot seem to leave behind poofy sleeves 🤔

Lives in ordibeing world with Donnie and the kids. Kids go to human school; they cause all sorts of shenanigans

The middlest, Bianca, has a tiktok devoted to her moms called magic moms. In it, Donnie and Jacquie just exist as their magical selves and Bianca gets a kick out of all the human commentors being like WOW THEY ARE SUPER GOOD AT MAGIC HOW DOES SHE GET HER HAIR LIKE THAT? HOW DOES YOUR MATER MAKE HER WINGS MOVE LIKE HANDS? And their insistence that Bianca's answer of "they're for real actually magical beings" is not true

Also has a smattering of magibeans following who like to cause problems with ordibeings in the comments and Bianca LIVES for this

Jacqueline also lives for this magic moms thing, she thinks it's funny. Her fave video is one where Bianca charges in and goes MOM SHOW THEM HOW YOU DO YOUR HAIR and Jacqueline goes WELL, I FREEZE DRY, AND IT'S VERY EASY. YOU SUMMON YOUR FROSTY POWERS AND JUST RUN YOUR HANDS THROUGH YOUR HAIR AND MOLD IT INTO THE SHAPE YOU WANT! BOOM! DONE! You can use snow or ice or mix it UP. sometimes a light dusting of frost is gr8 for when you wanna just. have your hair down but not in your face :)

Everyone trying to debunk the sfx after that one gave Bianca and Jacquie many fun nights in the evening chillin on the couch. watching the replies. just a Legend and her Legate bonding

Jack follows magic moms and is the BIGGEST shit stirrer in the comments

EVERYONE LOVES UNCLE JACK LMAO